laid out
underneath
black skies
wedding daze
we ridejune eve
mid-may
hands to eyes
palms to knees
breaking downare soulmates meant to be
they think forever
yet what about after
when we’re stuck in the hereafter
waiting for an answer
for our last chapter
and the only thing left is a lasting actor
May 2015
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He asked why I like to write poetry and I just said it was because I wanted to understand every single one of his colors.
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Be beautiful enough to understand the meaning behind beauty and how it’s not defined by appearance.
